Martial Arts Dojo

*she stays seated with her back to Iori and Xaiver, nodding once without a reply*

*she winces and keeps the front of her shirt lifted up, patting her navel with the bloodied washcloth*

*He steps out of the shadows and knelt beside Sakurai*

*Pays no attention to her wounds, and watching silently*

*Iori leaned forward abit*
Sakurai, i came to check if you were alright from our spar.

(basically answered your question...)

*inhales and turns around showing him both her arms, as if nothing had ever happened*

*exhales and leaves the bloodied washcloth over her navel*

Recovering. You owe for for burning my shirt off.

*His ragged hair reached just above his mouth now after all the time that has gone*

*He sat in a criss-crossed fashion watching as the washcloth grew bloodier*

*Iori bowed his head to her again*
I apologize about that.
Though, you didnt actually expect me to take that german suplex, did you?
*he smirked, coming up from the bow*
You should have known better than to have gotten that close to me.

"You should have known better than to have gotten that close to me." The hell? Trying to flirt or just using corny lines?

*He snickered silently to self as eyes looked through hair and at Sakurai*

Always getting injured, hm?

Just like her.

*exhales and lifts foot, going to kick him square in the face (Iori)*

Shut. The hell. Up.

*growls and holds the washcloth, wincing in pain and clenching her teeth*

Unfortunately.

*Iori looked toward the door, then at the guy*
...
*he looked toward the mats and held his chest, feeling an irregular heartbeat*
Ugh...that last Gekido messed me up.

*he looks up in enough time to see the foot coming up at him, and tilts his head to the side, his eyes flashing yellow for a second*
Ngh...

*Halted her foot and had set it back onto the ground*

Stubborn.

*He snagged at the dirtied washcloth and quickly replaced it with a fine, thick fabric handkerchief*

*He pressed light pressure against Sakurai's navel as the handkerchief absorbed the blood well as his hands gathered small traces of blood*

*clenches her fists to the sudden breeze hitting her wound then looks down to the handkerchief*

*growls and takes a step back to the pressure*

Tch- damn Xavier...

*looks to Iori and catches the yellow flash in his eye, her own bright yellow eyes sharp and icy*

Upset?

*Iori closed his eyes, then reopened them as they returned black*
*He looked over at the guy with a weird look*
Who are you?

*Iori looked at Sakurai with a hiss*
Shut it.

Why must you know of my name? You did not introduce yours.

*He's eyes sharpened at Iori's tone of voice*

Is that how you speak to her after damaging her while you are up and walking, perfectly fine? So polite, brute.

*He snickered silently*

*He glared at him*
I greeted you when you entered, though you said nothing.
You had your chance.

And you stay out of my and Sakurai's personal affairs "brute".
*his eyes glistened a shiny yellow again*

*wrinkles nose in angel and snarls in a feral manner, taking a threatening step closer to Iori*

I am going to rip your throat out. Do not silence me.

*holds in a flinch from the burn and inhales slowly, her eyes a brighter yellow than normal*

True, but I do not commonly alliance myself with low-lifes such as yourself.

*He returned Iori's glare through his outgrown hair*

What? Couldn't comprehend another name for me rather then just shoot me at my own word?

*He eased Sakurai back and put a slight pressure on her navel again*

You're going to open your wound more than you already have.

*Iori switched his gaze to Sakurai*
Dont you know a joke when you hear it?
I meant nothing offensive by it.

*then turns back to the guy*
No, its just that the word fit you oh-so-well...

And you dare judge me from 5 minutes, then rank me as a "low-life"?
Are you on a late-night enemy hunting?

Hmph. Odd way of joking, I guess you have no sense of humor. But, I do tend to have more class then you, therefore I bet brute was not in your vocabulary.

*He continued to press the handkerchief upon Sakurai and flipped it over for a cleaner side*

Applying your speaking habits, actions, and appearance, it's quite not that hard to realize. And you dare not to help another injured being. Cruel.

*Iori stands up tall*
Stand.

*clenches fists and shuts her left eye in pain, inhaling sharply through her teeth*

Shit-

*coughs, her stomach pushing out and against the handkerchief*

I did not realize jokes were accompanied by a hiss... idiot.

No. I won't take orders from someone such as you.

*His face remains expressionless without emotion*

*Gently pushes Sakurai's shoulder downward for her to lie down*

It opened up again didn't it?

*He replaced the handkerchief with a new one*

(I have to bid a farewell. Good bye.)

*he looked back at Sakurai*
I apologize, the whole yellow-eyed thing has been messing with my attitude lately*

*he laughed*
Then ill force you.
*Iori throws a swift roundhouse at his throat*
Whats gotten into me...this isnt me, but i cant stop

(Bye Xa. Good to see you back on.)

*takes a step forward in a moment, standing in front of Xavier with her forearm raised to block the roundhouse*

Do not provoke fights in my Dojo, Yagami.

*speaks with an icy, poisonous tone, a new tone to Iori's ears*

*shuts her eyes in what feels like torturous pain, feeling as if she was just re-burned on her stomach*

*He stared back at Sakurai, a bright luminous yellow exploding to life in his eyes*
Yakumo...